The "bad attitude" germ got me yesterday. You all know. Feelin' sorry for myself, tired of hurtin', why aren't I running an iron man yet?
Blah, Blah, Blah.
Thing going on were, cutting back a little on meds since I left the hospital on megadoses it was time to fiddle a little. Trying to adjust scedule some. That raised pain level to a 3-5 where I was previously maintaining very little pain at all.
Functionally, all is still good and improving daily. Cane is quickly becoming a safety item rather than a necessity. Can add a couple leg lifts to the exerccises, added 2 minutes to the bike ride. Nothing extreme no big attempts to add huge amounts. All is done in small increments.
I guess the small increments got to me along with the slight increase in pain level.
I'm in a hurry (not for any good reason) just because that's the way I am. Contoling those impulses is a strain. Almost as bad as doing too much is a strain.
Oh well, things seem a little brighter this morning. (And I put my meds back on a slightly more frequent shedule)
Just needed to vent.
Off to PT today, which is fine except for the monster at the end who thinks her role is to make me miserable. I think she would look good in black plastic tights with whips and chains.
I am prepared to get up and go home if/when she exceeds my boundary.